tommy lee Lyrics

Dirty ahh hoe try fuck on my mans

I did some shit that you wouldn't understand

I took a flight from LA to Japan

Foreign clothes designer my pants

Talking to niggas like talking to fans

Been that nigga a man with a plan

Money don't mean nun playing with bands

Money all over her like a disease

Repping big B's big double C

Walk in chanel and you know we got Gs

Crashing the whip Crashing the Jeep

Got so high man I couldn't een see

Got a bad bitch she want a picture with me

Shows overseas couldn't believe

Been on the cover vogue magazine

twenty four bad hoes up on the beach

shaking they ass Riley come see

Money and hoes make me complete

Pornstar hoe gon eat my meat

Why this hoe lying to me

Lying to me I can see through your teeth

Baguettes on her feet man she walk so elite

Playing with chopsticks like Tommy Lee

Broke my heart I gotta leave

Bad bitch yeah she look good on her knees

Begging her please baby don't leave

Tears in my eyes thinking bout the sea

I pray to god that she take her own life

I pray to god this bitch gon die

Fuck is she doing she play with a young nigga feelings

Thought she was on my side